My Dream Man Series 6 - Justine Muzada (On-going)

Ameya The roaring engines, the shrieking of brake tires, the chanting and shouting of people as he neared the finish line. It’s his last round. He knew that he will win, again. He steps on his gas as his car runs 380 miles per hour. As he past the finish line, he hears the shouting of the people around him. He parks his Bugatti Chiron as he hears people chanting his name. Lumabas siya sa kanyang sasakyan at kumaway sa kanyang paligid. "Yes! The champion for this year’s International car racing is none other than Justine Muzada!" sigaw ng announcer. The people are shouting in joy and glee. Sweat is visible on his face, but he still manages to look handsome. He walks towards me with a wide smile visible on his face. "Hey beautiful," he said. "Hey handsome! Nanalo ka ulit. Congratulations!" ani ko sabay yakap sa kanya. "I know I'll win." I rolled my eyes at him. Umiral nanaman ang pagiging mayabang niya. Kinabig niya ako at napayakap ako sa leeg niya. Nagkunwari akong nandiri dahil sa pawisan siya pero hindi niya ito pinansin at nanatiling nakapulupot ang kamay niya sa baywang ko. "Where’s my reward sweetheart?" tanong niya. "Later," sagot ko dito at binigyan siya ng towel para ipunas sa pawis niya. "I’m excited to claim it." He winks at me. Dumukwang siya sa akin at akmang hahalikan ako nang pareho kaming napatigil. Paglingon ko ay nakita ko ang isang babaeng reporter na tumawag sa kanyang pansin. Kiss na nga naudlot pa. Bwisit na reporter! Napahalukipkip ako at napasimangot. "Sorry to interrupt guys." Pekeng ngiti ng babaeng reporter. Sorry-hin niya mukha niya. Nandoon na nga e hindi pa natuloy. Badtrip! Ang sarap sabunutan ng babaeng ito. "I'll be back," he said. Tumango ako at pinanuod siyang lumapit sa mga nagkukumpulang reporter. Kapansin-pansin ang paglapat ng kamay ng babaeng reporter sa mga braso ni Justine. Hindi rin nakaligtas sa akin ang pagpisil nito sa kanyang braso. Hindi rin ako bulag para hindi makita na binuksan niya ang isang butones ng kanyang blouse para ipakita ang kanyang cleavage na halata namang fake. Pinaningkitan ko ang babaeng higad na lumalandi sa nobyo ko. No one touches my man like that. I stood up straight and walk gracefully towards them, like what I’m doing when I’m walking down the runway. Ipapakita ko sa higad na ito kung saan siya lulugar. "Ehem!" pukaw ko ng pansin sa aking nobyo. Napatingin sa akin ang babae at halatang sumimangot ito. Buti na lang Justine gave me some space beside him. I went between the reporter and Justine as he wraps his hand on my waist. Nakikita ko sa aking peripheral vision ang galit na tingin sa akin ng reporter. Sorry, but Justine is mine. “You won again. How do you feel right now?” tanong ng isang baklang reporter na naka-uniform ng Fox News Channel. “I feel ecstatic,” he answered. “Many people are aware that you are also a businessman who owns the Zum Liqueur Winery. How do you manage your time between being a businessman and a race car driver?” I look at Justine as he answers the question. Hindi lingid sa kaalaman ng iba na isa siyang multi-billionaire. Ang isa sa dahilan kung bakit ako napa-ibig ng isang Justine Muzada ay dahil sa pagiging masipag niya. He’s a monster when it comes to racing, but he’s a beast behind his office. Kayang mabuhay ng kanyang kompanya kahit wala siya, kaya kahit papaano ay nae-enjoy niya ang pakikipagkarera. "Justine, who is your inspiration for winning this year's racing?" Tanong ng isang lalaki na reporter at nakalagay sa gamit nitong mike ang malalaking letra na CNN. "Simple. That would be the beautiful lady beside me." He then kisses me on the cheeks. "Wow! If I’m not mistaken, she’s Ameya de Vera, the famous international super-model. Both of you are very famous in terms of your career. How do you manage your time? How do you resist temptation? Do you guys ever fight?” sunud-sunod na tanong nito kay Justine pero ako ang sumagot. "Easy, we don’t entertain leeches who wants to ruin our relationship.” I put emphasis on the word leeches. “Me and Justine communicate with each other first, and we also understand our differences. We work out our problems, and we make sure at the end of the day, we will not sleep not talking to each other," Sagot ko. "That’s very sweet for the both of you. How many years are you guys in a relationship?" tanong ng isang babaeng reporter. "7 years and counting," sagot ni Justine. "That’s a long relationship. Any plans of settling down?" “For now, none. We think that’s it’s still too early, and we are just enjoying our relationship at the moment," he said. "Justine, there are a lot of girls out there? What can you say to them since you already got a goddess by your side?" tanong ng isang reporter na may nakalagay na ABC News sa kanyang jacket. Ngumisi si Justine. Tinaasan ko ng kilay ang babaeng reporter at nginitian niya lang ako. I smiled at her fakingly, then rolled my eyes at her. "Nope! I love my girl so much. I mean there will always be pretty girls who catches my attention, but my heart is already with her." Tumingin siya sa akin at hindi ko mapigilang kiligin. "You guys are the sweetest. Can you give your girl a kiss?" tudyo sa amin ng isang reporter. Hinarap namin ang isa’t isa at nagulat ako nang sinunggaban ako agad ni Justine ng halik sa labi. Akala ko simpleng kiss lang, pero napasinghap ako ng ipasok niya ang dila niya sa bunganga ko. He licks my tongue and the insides of my mouth. Naghiwalay kami at nakita kong napanganga sa amin ang mga reporter. I look at the woman reporter and smirks at her. Ano lalaban ka pa? Umalis siya na nagdadabog. Buti nga sayo. "Wow! Now that’s a kiss," the reporter said. We both smiled as flashes of camera were being flashed on us. Naka-ilang tanong pa sila bago natapos ang kanilang interview. Ilang oras pa kaming nag-stay dahil kailangan niya pang i-meet ang manager at coach niya for his request na mag-leave. Aasikasuhin niya raw kasi ang business niya. Wala na ring tao ang naiwan sa race track. I silently waited him on the hood of his Range Rover Sport. I’m wearing a hanging blouse, shorts and boots. Napatingin ako sa cellphone ko nang maka-receive ako ng text galing kay Sascha. She is a co-model and my friend. Amateur pa lang siya sa larangan ng pagmo-modelo. "Girl, I saw what you did. Don’t deny it." Napangiti ako sa nabasa ko. Alam na alam talaga niya kung kailan ako nagiging b***h. It’s the reporter’s fault because she’s flirting with my man. "You look hot on my car hood, sweetheart," rinig kong sipol ni Justine. Napatingin ako kay Justine na nakatayo malapit sa sasakyan niya habang hawak ang kanyang leather jacket na nakasukbit sa kanyang balikat. "Bolero." Linapitan niya ako at tinulungan na bumaba sa kanyang car hood. As my feet landed on the ground, he pinned me on his car. "I can’t wait to claim my prize sweetheart." I felt his hands on my butt cheek. "Nope! You need to wait. Huwag mo akong pagurin dahil uuwi pa tayo ng Pilipinas. Ang gawin na muna natin ay kumain. I’m hungry." Sabay tulak ko sa kanya. Napailing siya. "Fine, but once we got home, I’ll attack you. I'll make sure of that." I rolled my eyes at him as I open his car door. "Oo na," sagot ko sabay sakay sa kanyang sasakyan. He drove his car to the nearest restaurant, and we ate. Pagkatapos naming kumain ay dumiretso na kami sa airport para bumalik ng Pilipinas. Sa wakas, laya muna akong gawin ang gusto ko. Goodbye to my celebrity life for the meantime.